Szereto, Mellanie - Two Pirates to Treasure [Bewitching Desires 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto Read Free Book Online

wanted to have sex with you without worrying about tomorrow or next week.”
    He cupped her cheek in his palm. “Your family would have nothing to say against your taking of two lovers?”
    An unladylike snort escaped before she could stop it. “My brother and his best friend are mated to my sister-in-law. Her sister and her cousin have also each taken a pair of men as their life-mates. My sexual partners are my choice. One, two, or many. I make that decision. Would you have regrets if we hadn’t been interrupted in your cabin?”
    Stepping closer to press himself to Orshy’s back, Grant grasped her hips, holding the indentation of what had to be the seam of her ass against his half-hard cock. “I regret we were unable to please you then. Shall we postpone this discussion until after we remedy that injustice? None of this talk requires our immediate attention. You, however, are in need of some reassurance.”
    Her somewhat aloof attitude didn’t fool him. She hid her hurt well behind a mask of haughtiness and sharp words, but her eyes revealed every true emotion—from the pain of rejection to the discomfort of lying. She was a witch. He’d stake his life on it. Considering she hadn’t cursed Ethan or him, the likelihood of a devilish practice of the craft seemed slim at best. Her grandmother’s mere presence had made the hair on his arms stand on end, suggesting a powerful coven of communal witches with Romána as their leader. Had she been the one to transport them to a different place and century? No, Orsolya is the one we seek. Her skills brought us here.
    Ethan leaned in to the front of Orshy, covering her mouth with his, and a moan vibrated through Grant’s chest. He slipped his thumbs into the waist of her skirt, easing it downward to puddle around her ankles. She arched against him as he removed the tiny scrap of fabric covering the shapely curve of her bottom. Pressing her bare skin to his dick, she trembled, encouraging him to trail his fingertips along her thighs.
    Another set of hands lifted her chemise over her breasts and higher. She moaned when Ethan severed their connection to pull her clothing past her head and hair. Her body was now as exposed as theirs. Nodding at Grant, Ethan swung her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He followed her down onto the thick covers, pulling one of her lush, ripe nipples between his lips.
    Focusing his attention on her pleasure as well, Grant settled on the mattress at her feet. He held her calf as he kissed a path along the graceful line of her instep and up her leg to the silky skin behind her knee. The musky scent of desire drifted to his nose when he shouldered her thighs apart. Moist, pink folds sheltered by black curls greeted him, making his mouth long for a taste of her.
    He inhaled, savoring her tangy smell before surrendering to the need to lap up her sweet juices and tease her precious jewel with his tongue. His cock swelled to aching with the first swipe through her muff. He’d prefer to fuck her after he made her come, but he’d gladly accept her mouth as a substitute if she wanted Ethan in that position. Either way, they’d share all the passion and satisfaction they could find together.
    Her breath grew shallow as he plunged his tongue into her tunnel and then flicked across her clitoris. “Yes, right there! Don’t stop! Oh, please don’t stop!”
    Concentrating on the nub of swollen flesh, he fluttered then sucked until she tensed and cried out. Without a moment’s hesitation, he released her and crawled up to bury himself in her still-contracting cunt.
    She rolled him over, straddling him and never losing their connection before she rocked her hips backward to take him deeper. “I want to suck you, Ethan. I need your cock in my mouth. Hurry.”
    Ethan stood, bracing himself against the headboard above her and offering her his dick. When she took his length to his balls in one swallow, he groaned. “Make me come, Orshy. Make us all